Lyrics:
Six in the mornin', awakened by a knock on my door
Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put my feet on the floor
And yelled "Who is it?", peeped through my
mój kwadrat (yeah)
Dawno wszystkiego przestałem się lękać, a penga zaczęła się zgadzać (shit)
Rzucam to na białostockie osiedla, choć nigdy nie żyłem
and point 'em
Bitch niggas now they're on the streets spillin' poison
Little duck niggas we should dip them in hoisin
When it comes to gangsta rap shit
Leeco Brown:
Light it up
Breathe deeply
Remember the 1s we lost
The 1s falsely accused
Incarcerated abused by the 1s who choose 2 abuse
Don't get it
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
nigga fuck what you talking bout
You checking my status, ain't you
I'm a Down South nigga, I'm a hell of a gangsta
I got em fucked up, they gon know
the gangstas know
Its been a long hard road and I had a way to go
When I was young I was labeled as a basket case
And every one walked by me got the gas face
beast, eat a weak and make you shit hours
Most niggas hollerin gangsta, quick to devoured
Cause the smart get power, the hard get flowers
Dear God,
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga
My style is reserved, address me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin' for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin' my residence
bottle of 'gnac, you could shine
It ain't no thing, show your paper stack (check it out)
Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggas
Take money by
and da Gangsta
We stayed on our toes, all ten of 'em
No matter what, representin' Montgomery, Alabama
We still here, all debts paid
'Cause we don' paid
Chcesz kurwa raperem być
Wszędzie pokażesz swój ryj
Masz tu swoje stado owiec
Ale ty nie jesteś wilk
To nie kurwa gangsta shit
Po prostu mam tego dość
got memory
I've been walkin' like a pilgrim
While you've been steady talkin' shit
But you just did nothin'
Strangers I don't know be sayin'
Invite
Don’t forget who was there through the pain my nigga
We done made it through the rain my nigga
Shit ain’t been the same, you done changed my nigga
Guess
night
the butcher the backer phony credit card maker
plus the operation being sponsored by Jamaica
and then there's the dimea dozen hoodie hitmen
who be
don't give a shit
Grab a hold of my nuts
And I tell you now what
I landed from the sky on the 4th of July
Landed on your flesh and shot you to the left
kill us and put us on front page
They gun us down but do they see the fear in our face
You thought the gangsta life suited you but that wasn't the case
beginnings
Niggas hating that I’m winning
Say that I’m a actor who tf gone wanna fake they sinning
Niggas get intimidated by the way you move
Can’t
Blümchenvergewaltigungssex
Ich halte die Stellung auch wenn alle neuen
Deutschen Rapper Welle machen
Mit Schnellfeuerwaffen
Ihr seid keine Drive-by-Shooter
In Deutschland
maximum équivaut à
Mes notes de frais
Veulent tous faire des albums mais la
Plupart ne sont pas prêts
Veulent tous jouer les gangsta mais la
Plupart ne sont
Imma Flush'em
And by the wayÂ
Assi saare rap game de darbaar meÂ
Don't mind ye khiladi saare andhe, aajaÂ
see that dude in the middle with a crown
got some class
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
Ayo fightin' Supreme Court cases
fuck the judge he a racist
Middle finger to the DA
lie)
Yeah your love is transparent
Yeah, that shit is see through
I don't know what I'm feeling
But I'm not feeling right
He said that he gangsta?
If you
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